With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(45)

Finally, he announced, his voice husky but firm in her ear, “You’re claimed.”

She felt claimed, completely claimed, so claimed she felt owned.

Sonia shivered in his arms.

Those arms grew tight and he buried his face in her neck.

Before Sonia could catch a thought, he lifted her off him and set her gently on her knees in the bed but kept her held close.

Then he did something unusual. Something strange and poignant and beautiful. Something that messed with her mind and tore at her heart.

His arm around her waist moved, his hand drifting around, back, and down to cup her between her legs from behind.

Then he rubbed his palm against her.

Her h*ps bucked and she whimpered.

Then he sniffed.

She froze.

“God, baby doll,” he groaned in her ear. “I wish you could smell us,” he went on, his hand gliding reverently through their combined wetness seeping between her legs. “Perfect,” he kept going. “Magnificent.”

She could smell them.

And he was absolutely right.

He dipped low, his hand sliding up to her belly then down, over the inside of one thigh then the other, coating her.

She trembled against him.

This must be something else his people did.

It was shocking, it was intense but it was also sexy and oddly sweet.

His hand left her and his arm wrapped around her again as his mouth went back to her ear.

“That’s us I bathed you with, little one. Us,” he growled, the intensity of his tone proving the moment was profound. “And we’re… f*cking… beautiful.”

“Callum –” she started but didn’t finish.

He fell to the bed, taking her with him and arranging her body full on top of his.

He slid his fingers into her hair and tucked her face in his neck. Leaving his hand in her hair, his other hand cupped her behind.

“You weren’t blonde, honey, after that, I’d think you were one of my own,” he commented, his voice clearly content.

“What?” she whispered against the skin of his neck, not processing his words. After what happened, not processing anything but the fact that she was absolutely, seriously, totally in trouble.

“There are no blondes in my culture,” he explained. “And my people are passionate, far more than most humans, and they like to play.” His fingers dug into her bottom. “You, obviously, like to play.” His hand slid up from her bottom to wrap around her waist and give her a squeeze. “This pleases me,” he muttered this last sounding pleased.

Very pleased.

Even smug.

Sonia didn’t know what just happened or even how it happened or even why she let it go that far.

“Callum –”

He cut her off. “Is that how it was in your dreams?”

“Um… no, not quite,” she answered automatically, lifting her head to look at him, trying to ignore the fact that he looked content and pleased and smug and it was a great look that did serious things to her innards and she started again, “Callum –”

He lifted his head and brushed her lips with his as he gave her another squeeze with his arms.

“So what was it like in your dreams?” he asked, grinning at her.

She was so panicked, so desperate to get the conversation on track though she didn’t know what that track was yet. She hoped to do some serious back pedaling even if she couldn’t imagine how she’d manage that considering she was na**d in his arms and she’d just begged him to f**k her, she answered immediately, “Well, there was no gold chain and no sex and –”

His brows shot up and he interrupted her again with, “No sex?”

“No, we just talk for a while and get started with, um… things and then I always wake up,” she replied hurriedly. “Listen –”

He broke in. “Things?”

“You know, start ha**ng s*x and then I wake up,” she told him then went on, “Callum, I’d like to talk –”

But he wasn’t listening, he was chuckling then he tucked her face into his neck again and tightened his arms.

“What’s funny?” she asked his neck.

“Poor baby,” he murmured, his tone low but playful. “Twenty years I’ve been teasing you.” He rolled into her, his head came up to look at her, his hands started to glide along her skin and his voice was husky when he finished, “I’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Callum –”

She stopped speaking when he grinned again and it was so wicked, so satisfied, so unbelievably arrogant and knowing, she could do nothing but stare.

“You called me ‘wolf’,” he stated.

Her body went tight.

Callum kept talking or, more accurately, teasing, “Nice to know I can cut through one of your grudges with a few kisses.”

At his words, she forgot everything instantly and snapped, “It was more than a few kisses and, anyway, I was not myself.”

“If that wasn’t you, honey, then I’ll do everything I have to do to keep the Sonia I just f**ked. The Sonia who came for me so hard I thought her shrieks were going to blow out the f**king windows.”

She’d been wrong two days ago.

He wasn’t a big, bossy jerk.